Chapter 876 William Doesn't Have Long To Live

Jodie froze momentarily, then she quickly turned to Emelie.

Emelie's expression remained calm because she thought it was absurd. "Do you even know what you're saying, Beathan?"

She rose to her feet, her gaze steady and cold. "My mother collapsed in the middle of a crowded street. Wesley's men personally confirmed her death. My sister prepared her remains, and her ashes were buried in Alderbrook

"Her portrait sits in our home, and I go and look at it every week. And now you're telling me that she isn't dead?" Was he seriously trying to dodge responsibility by faking insanity?

Beathan chuckled. "Exactly. Who knows how William did it? He somehow made everyone think Mrs. Hoven died in public, only to secretly save her and hide her away.

"If I hadn't stumbled across her by chance, I wouldn't have known. Turns out, the person who didn't die three years ago wasn't just you, Emelie."

Emelie didn't believe him, but a tightness crept into her throat. "You've seen her? My mother?"

Beathan replied, "I have. She's alive and well, living in a small village near Capebatt City. She spends her days learning opera from a neighbor who's a performer. I even heard that she got up on stage during last year's Spring Festival. She's living a life far more carefree than before."

The detailed description left Emelie breathless.

Her lashes fluttered, uncertainty clouding her mind. She hated herself for even considering the possibility that Beathan might be telling the truth. He had always been good with words.

Could it be real? Could her mother still be alive?

"Do you have any proof?" Emelie asked, barely recognizing her own voice.

"Proof? William letting me walk away what more proof do you need?" Beathan said.

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Beathan knew that she believed him and took advantage of the moment. "Emelie, you have no idea how much William has done for you.

"Three years ago, he risked everything to protect you and your mother. And even now, he's helping you take on all three of our families. He's sacrificed so much for you. But how have you treated him? Did you know he's dying?"

The word seemed to echo in the room. "Dying?"

"You didn't know?" Beathan chuckled. "That turnor in his lungs has gotten worse. He doesn't have much time left.

Emelie's hand clenched into a fist as images of William flashed through her mind, settling on their last moment together in the van before she left the country.

She had told him that she was leaving to deal with a factory incident. In reality, she planned to head to Esnua to capture Beathan. She also said that she would go straight to Mercianna afterward for her wedding.

He hadn't tried to stop her and simply held her in silence. When it was time for her to board the plane, she pushed him away.

All he had said was, "Live well."

Emelie said in a low voice, "Jodie."

"Yes, ma'am?" Jodie responded immediately.

"Take him into custody and make sure to watch him closely. I don't want him dead," Emelie instructed.

"Understood." Jodie gestured, and the bodyguards swiftly restrained him.

As Beathan noticed the flicker of emotion in Emelie's eyes, he laughed quietly.

So, she still cared about William, after all.

First, she had found out that William wasn't the one responsible for her mother's death. Now, she learned he was on the verge of dying. He could only imagine how her mind must be reeling with guilt and confusion.

That was great. The thought of her spiraling into endless regret and torment made Beathan grin wider.

His laugh grew louder and more hysterical. "Emelie, it's your turn now. Your turn to suffer a fate worse than death!